We moved on from El Calafate as we wanted to spend Christmas up the coast in the hope of seeing some wildlife and warmer temperatures. We decided to go to Puerto San Julian and arrived on Christmas Eve, only to find everything closed. Luckily we found a hotel, but literally everything else was closed, and would be for the next few days.
After further investigation, we found a small corner shop and an internet shop, but as it happens were open for much of the time. The owner of the shop was a Bolivan - and so works all hours God sends to scratch a living. The shop never seemed to close and so we manage to buy enough food for our Christmas dinner. This consisted of cheese sarnies, some fruit and some lovely red wine.
Strangely enough, it was similar to most Christmases - sitting around watching naff films on cable TV and eating junk. The only thing missing was friends and family!
As Boxing Day arrived, the town livened up again and we managed to get a bus out that night - straight to Buenos Aires.
No photos as there really was nothing to take pictures of.
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